Breaking by Claire Kent Page B

eyes
were tender—and a momentary fullness in his chest almost distracted him from what
he needed tonight. She kept her arms above her head where he’d placed them and
added, “Just don’t forget that there’s more to me than the chestal region.”
    He chuckled.
She’d always been able to make him laugh. But a rush of something else washed
over him as he gazed at her soft, strong body—somehow she’d always been both at
once—stretched out beneath him.
    Ander stopped
laughing and took one breast in his mouth.
    As he suckled,
teasing the tight nipple with his tongue, he twirled the other one with his
fingers. Lori was soon making whimpering noises. Eventually, she couldn’t keep
her arms above her head, and her hands clutched at his head instead.
    He didn’t stop.
Didn’t even pause to give her respite from the sensations. Finally, writhing
against the bed and clawing the back of his neck, Lori panted, “Please, Ander.
Can’t take any more.”
    He lifted his
mouth from her skin and looked at her flushed, damp face. “You don’t like it?”
    She rolled her
eyes again, getting her wits back in the break from stimulation. “You know very
well that I like it, but I need a lot more than that.”
    He lowered his
head again, and his tongue had barely flicked over her nipple when she twitched
and cried out in sharp pleasure.
    “What do you
need?” he mumbled over her skin, wanting to hear her say it.
    “I need you to
touch me, but you won’t.”
    He carefully
eased down her pajama pants, pushing them down her legs until she was naked
except for her pale blue underwear. “I will,” he murmured. “I will.”
    Easing open her
legs, he felt another deep thrill at the sight of the damp spot on the thin fabric.
It still awed him that she wanted him so much. Not just the way he made her
feel, but him . Who he was.
    He stroked his
hands up and down her legs. Then he leaned over and trailed his lips up her leg
and inner thigh.
    Her panting
grew more intense as he moved closer to where she wanted him.
    He stopped at
the edge of her panties and gave her a few light nibbles, but he didn’t proceed
any farther.
    “Ander, please,
now.”
    He was
intoxicated by the rough need in her voice and the deep, familiar scent of her
arousal. His erection was almost painful now, but it was a pain that spurred
him on, distracted him from the shuddering in his chest. “Tell me what you
want.” He needed to hear it, needed to hear all of it.
    “Touch me,” she
begged, fisting her hands in the sheet. “Or use your mouth. Or fuck me. Or
something. Just do it quickly.”
    He nuzzled the
wet spot, and she gave a harsh cry of pleasure and tried to grind herself
against his face.
    Ander held her
firmly by the hips to keep her still and lightly nudged at her arousal once
more.
    Lori’s arms
shot up to clutch at the headboard, and she mumbled in soft, broken tones. “Please,
Ander, please. Now, please.”
    He had to close
his eyes to control his throbbing erection as she spoke. When he opened them
again, he grabbed her underwear in both hands and, with a savage yank, ripped
them at the seam.
    He used to do
that kind of thing all the time to give his clients a thrill, but he’d never
done it with Lori before.
    She cried out
in both surprise and delight at this primal gesture and whispered, “Yeah,
Ander. Good. Now.”
    He pulled the
torn fabric away from her skin, baring her completely to his gaze. “Now what?”
he asked, his voice more strangled than he would have liked. His face hovered
just above her pussy.
    She bent her
legs at the knee and pulled them up, opening herself to him more completely. “Use
your mouth,” she choked, raising her head slightly so she could see what he was
doing. “Please, Ander. Use your mouth.”
    So he did.
    His tongue
lapped at the warm flesh, tasting her desire, darting in at her entrance to
spill even more.
    Lori had
immediately started pumping her hips, trying to establish a satisfying rhythm.
But